Alba II [English translation]

Last night I dreamed that we had to flee

from this far too big a world,

and I can't remember whether we escaped.

In snow are your signs hidden deep

From willow rods we braid the morning1

of a far too big world;

because all that the snow keeps enclosed

stays hidden therein.

Don't run from it, I can see the morning.

We traveled far, now let us let the winter pass.

Your loyalty will yet heal many wounds,

your voice I find in every branch,

In every moss, in every rock

of a far too big world;

your voice I find in every branch.

1. Or the Tomorrow/future